Chapter 3 Who is the guest

I look around, and the strange thing is that everything is in its place; the girls getting ready for their show, and the games are on fire as they see the number of customers. The big guys are playing, gambling and winning at the casino, while others waiting for the girls to satisfy themselves with pleasure.

"What's going on?" I ask with a condescending tone.

"The guest," he stammers.

"Ponky, since when are you stuttering?" I feel like I'm going to lose my patience with him. "I don't tolerate beating around the bush, Ponky," I warn him.

"The guest arrived an hour early and..." he whispers, leaving me intrigued.

"Go to hell." I decide not to waste my energy and allow my feet to move forward.

"Wait... He requested a private room." I stop abruptly and, without waiting, turn around to look him in the eyes.

"A private room," I grit my teeth.

Now more than ever, I have to find out who the hell this guy is, and if he's a damn leech, he better not think I'll allow it. Oh, I don't know why Lobreguez wants that bastard here. I turn around and, in a fit of rage, I walk quickly to the place where I'll observe what the hell he's up to. Ponky follows my steps and says I can't do what I'm thinking.

With a single growl, I silence him because here, we do what I say. Everything around me is under my control, and if that bastard is here to work, he's here to work and not consume the merchandise.

Stealthily, I pass by the customers, trying to make my presence unnoticed. Entering the control room, I tell Soñador and Ponky to leave because the only one who needs to see that son of a bitch is me. I don't like guys who act all tough.

Is he here to work or take advantage of what's inside the club?

Both of them obey without uttering a single word, and as they leave, I take care of closing the door and locking it. I turn around and without wasting time, I approach the camera screens. I leave my wallet on the table and settle into the chair in front of the video controls, allowing intrigue and curiosity to flood me as I supervise and find out who the hell this guy is. My eyes desperately search for the camera that's right in the private room.

My eyes, filled with desperation like a pendulum, search through all the cameras until I see the stranger from behind, and one of my girls seduces him and begins to provoke him. She runs her tongue along the corner of her lips.

"You have a... Hmmm," his masculine voice makes my skin tingle and drives my girl crazy. "I'll be the first man to make you enjoy and feel pleasure."

Who is that man? I can't see his face because the camera's position only allows me to see from a distance, but what is evident is that both emanate pleasure and lust. I can even feel my body starting to feel a burning heat.

"Take off your clothes," he orders after distancing himself from her.

Within these four walls, I can hear what is being said in that room. Yes, the Dreamer was entertained listening to what that stranger was talking about.

The Dreamer knows that it is forbidden for the audio from each room to be played out loud, as the purpose of the cameras is solely to ensure that none of my girls suffer abuse. But both the Dreamer and I are breaking the rules because the only reason I'm here is that I have the need to see that damn womanizer.

My eyes are glued to the screen, and I can see how she takes off the mini-dress she's wearing, leaving only in underwear.

Wait... Wait... Wait...

Suddenly, I see him push her away as he hears his phone ring. Who could be the inconvenient person calling him? Ha, it's bad timing because now his bird must be completely flaccid, and that's the size of a bird's beak or the size of a horse.

Ah, and I wanted to know if it's big or small because if it's small, I could mock him and have him by the balls. But unfortunately, he's being called, and I don't know who it is because all I hear are whispers and more whispers.

Damn it! My body is heated up just by watching the tension between those two, but just as they entered, they will leave the same way.

No... No... No...

"What's wrong, Daddy?" she asks with a purr.

"I have to go," his annoyance is evident, but I don't understand why the change in mood.

Maybe because they ruined the moment!

I stand up abruptly because there's nothing left to see or hear here. It seems like his friend just gave him some bad news, yes, some distasteful news, as his change in mood says more than a word. I grab my purse, give one last look at the screen, and I'm pleased to see that the stranger has left the room.

Walking towards the exit with the sole intention of meeting that freeloader, I'm determined to find out for sure if he is the guest and what his reason is for being in the club. I open the door and to my surprise, both idiots are waiting for me, and from the expressions on their faces, I can tell that something is going on. There's no need to be a psychic or a fortune-teller to extract from this pair of idiots what their faces cannot hide.

"I'll give you two seconds to tell me what you're hiding from me," I exclaim, trying not to lose my patience.

"The boss," one of them says in a barely audible voice, "the boss is furious because you didn't answer his call and because the guest has arrived, and you haven't bothered to receive him." He takes a deep breath to gather the courage to tell me what is a delight for some and a problem for me.

Damn it, now what am I going to do? How is it possible that I wasn't paying attention to the boss's call? Ah, all of that was because I was busy observing that damn freeloader. Now I've earned the boss's anger, but I won't sit idly by because if I'm in trouble, it's because of that damn freeloader.

"Where is the freeloader?" I ask.

"Freeloader?!" they exclaim in unison.

"Take me to where the guest of the night is," I let out a sigh as I open my purse and take out my cell phone.

Indeed, I have two missed calls, and one is enough, as it's disrespectful to the boss to ignore the first ring.

"Let's go and not keep the gentleman waiting, as I can determine that the boss has just reprimanded him," I turn around and walk briskly down the hallway to enter the bar where I imagine the freeloader must be since I haven't invited him to my office.

From the corner of my eye, I can see Ponky following my steps, while the dreamer stays behind, as he needs to continue his work, while I have to control myself and be as courteous and hypocritical as possible. But if that idiot makes me lose my patience, I swear I won't be willing to submit and be the good Samaritan he expects to have at his feet.

A few steps away from the bar counter, I stop and for a few minutes, I observe the stranger who is comfortably seated on the wooden stool. In a couple of seconds, he senses my presence, and his eyes turn into scanners. He places his glass of whiskey on the gleaming granite counter and stands up to walk toward me.

The brown-haired man is just a few steps away. Despite the elegant suit he is wearing, which suggests at first glance that he is a mature and arrogant man, he approaches Ponky while ignoring me. "Um, excuse me... Ponky," the elegant, stranger addresses Ponky, completely disregarding my presence. "You can call the person in charge of this place, but not before letting the young lady know that a client is waiting for her," he says, pointing to one of the customers who are waiting for the show to begin.

One... two... three... The jerk wants to make me lose my composure, but intelligence is one of my attributes. I won't make it easy for him, allowing the master to side with him and treat me like a novice.

"I think you're mistaken, sir. The lady in front of you is..." I raise a finger, indicating for him to be silent. "Ponky, since when do you have to answer to this freeloader?"